My Mom Is The Bomb:....Part 2

She's gentle and calm
Frail as a tear,
From keeping it togethrr
Over the years.

In her loving arms
Is where I feel safe,
How she protected me
For my goodness sakes.

She's alittle short wired
Can blow on a dime,
If you heat her up
On the inside.

I'm thankful for that
She's just doing her job,
So my future life
Won't ever be robbed.

From a good little bomb
Who has a great Mom,
Who's got my back
Just like the mob.

Who grew up to be
A blast from the past,
Who gained his respect
With alittle class.

My life turned out fine
Because of my Mom,
Who I love so dearly
Because she is the bomb.